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TERNITY 



BY 



Harry Jasper Harris 




Copyright, 1914 






ETERNITY 

By 
HARRY JASPER HARRIS. 



Death is certain and sure 
Which every human must endure. 
The greatest remedy known oh earth 
Is Christianity and its worth. 
If we would have a joy to keep, 
Simply feed His lambs and sheep. 
If we would have a joy to know, 
Learn of Jesus the way to go. 



Sunset Homestead, Eads, Colo. 



Copyright, 1914 



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ETERNITY. 



Prelude. 



THE GIFT. 

Whence comes this mystic wonder? 

Whence comes this mystic spell? 
That around the soul may linger, 

When we the future try to tell. 

Whence comes faith's kindly promise 

That can to the soul reveal 
A verdict higher than all earthly courts, 

From which we seek no appeal. 

Is is because we see a promise 

In a book as pure as gold? 
That the soul drinks such satisfaction, 

The half cannot be tolld? 

Is it because we have a brother, 

Whose life is good and true, 
Telling of a Grand Promise 

Beyond the grave for me and you? 

No, No. It comes not from what they say, 
It comes not from printed pages; 

The source it comes from today, 

Has been the same for all ages. 

It may be called the Comforter, 

Or anything that's nice. 
It has been called the Holy Spirit, 

The Gift* and the Pearl of Great Price. 



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Since language cannot tell* 

Since pen cannot write, 
The hallf of the gladness 

That turns darkness into light; 

It may be well to follow 

A brother's leading eye, 
It might be well to heed 

A soldier's warning cry. 

For we might chance to find it, 

The Pearl of Great Price — 

The Gift, the Comforter: 

Sure would not that be nice? 

It is not in the market, 

That it might be bought or sold, 
So it is called a Gift, 

Worderful, wonderful, to behold. 



THEiPLAN. 
Canto First. 

We may look to the past, 

With a far off searching eye; 

We may dream of the future, 
As the days roll by. 

We may live for the present, 
Be gay, laugh all we can; 

Yet to earthly bodies there is an end. 
Yes, that is the plan. 



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THE JUDGMENT. 
Canto Second. 

What means this roar of trumpets, 
That rents the air in twain? 
What means this mighty throng, 

O'er the mountain, o'er the plain? 

What means these countless numbers? 

Whence come they? Who can tell? 
They are from the depths of ocean, 

They're from the earth's darkest cdll. 

Here millions, upon millions — 

From their graves have been expelled, 

These billions upon billions 

Are the good and bad correlled. 



JUDGE:— 

The sick, the lame, down there below. 
Some were cold, out in the snow; 
Some were hungry, out in the rain, 
Some from disease were racked with pain. 

Some in prison cells did lie, 
Those that suffered did you pass them by? 
Could you say when you went to sleep, 
That you had fed any of my sheep? 

The little ones that knew no harm. 
From the older ones were sure to learn. 
It mattered not where thev might be, 
There was plenty around that you could see. 



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Some littlle ones have strayed away, 
Did you show any of them the way? 
For instruction they all had need, 
So there was plenty of my lambs to feed. 

There were those who knew no God, 
Through the paths of sin had trod; 
And their lives were full of woe, 
For they knew not where to go. 

Many hearts were sore with trials tossed. 
While struggling to pay transgression's cost, 
For kindness many had a need, 
A smile, a cheerful word of God-speed. 

There were those who fain would find 
A place to' rest the weary mind. 
A hope, a trust that they might see 
And be from doubt forever free. 

All of these I gave to ydu, 
Codld you not find something to do? 
They were my lambs, they were my sheep. 
They were for you, and you to keep. 

What have you done? What did you do? 
As in the world you journeyed through? 
A personal work for great and small. 
The time has come now tell it all. 



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THE SOUL:— 

God's gift of the Holy Spirit my soul did bless, 

Faith in Jesus Christ I did confess. 

And the sheep I tried to feed, 

Also the lambs I thought had need. 

But yet I understand and know 

I was far from perfect down there below. 

When on earth my race was nearly run, 
I could see but little I had done. 
Jesus died that I might live — 
I could see nothing that I could give 
To pay for my sins, what Jesus paid, 
So to the, Cross, I my burden laid. 

Jesus said we should perfect be, 

I could not be that, it was plain to see; 

Therefore on thy mercy I must rely, 

So please do not pass me by. 

Give me the crown that Jesus won, 

Yes, when he said Thy will be done. 

THE JUDGE:— 

What is the record of this Christian sou'l? 

RECORDER:— 

The balance sheet of this Christian soul 
Is clean, pure and neat, so shows the roll. 
I will read the record as it now stands, 
Leaving the rest to your high commands. 

Record : — 

1. Confession to others of faith in Christ (The Comer Stone.) 

2. Feeding of Sheep and Lambs. 

3. Received the gift of the Holy Spirit. (Power that Saves) 



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JUDGE:— 

Since the law has been fulfilled, 
It cannot be changed what I have willed. 
Come forward, Soul, and receive reward, 
As I have spoken in my word. 

Reward : — 

Your reward is Peace, everlasting love, 
From your labors cease: thou hast looked above. 
No sickness, no sorrow, so dry your tears, 
No trouble to borrow, so cease your fears. 

To the faithful well done, thou the race hast run, 
Hast been saved by the Son, so the prize hast won. 
Enter into thy rest, prepared for the blest, 
Thou weary soul, thou hast reached the goal. 

Everlasting praise, everlasting song, 
Everlasting joy, all the day long. 
Thou hast withstood the test, that tries tired souls, 
Rest, weary one, rest, while eternity rolls. 



JUDGE: — (Bring another soul.) 

What have you done? What did you do? 
As in the world you journeyed through? 
A personal work for great and small, 
The time has come, now tell it all. 

THE SOUL:— 

Most High and Honored Court and Judge, 

Be it known: from my honest opinion I will not budge. 

Like the man who from Missouri came, 

To believe, I must be shown just the same. 



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The God of Nature I could' plainly see, 

As for the God of my Spirit, where coulld it be? 

Did a spirit ever appear to me? 

No, nothing showed up that I could see. 

From the Bible, some did tell, 
About the spirit reaching heaven or hell. 
But the very book was so absurd, 
I never could believe a single word. 

Many believers in the bible I see 

Were not better than others and me. 

As I could not believe anything I could not see, 

The bible and its God were nothing to me. 

I coulld not see beyond the grave, 
Could you expect me then to believe? 
Sure no one could return to me, 
And tell what was there to see. 

As beyond the grave I could not see, 
Neither could any one besides me. 
Therefore for the world did I live, 
And the pleasures which to me it might give. 

I believed in no God of a Spirit, no creed, 
And such things to me, were foolish indeed. 
The world and its pleasures was all I could see; 
Which I tried to keep, but it could not be. 

I had health, I had wealth, I had pleasure, 
Which I tried to keep, without stint or measure. 
Thus I did live, thus I did die, 
With this understanding, here am I . 



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JUDGE:— 

We will hear from the Recorder. 

RECORDER:— 

The law demands a sheet that is pure 
Without spot or stain, that is sure. 
And if the record should darkened be, 
It must be read, that the Judge may see. 

Record: 1. Worship of no God. 
2. Lust. 
3. Sloth. 

RECORDER:— 

There are other sins, but it is useless to read further, as 
the law demands a clean record sheet without any 
sin whatever. 

JUDGE:— 

You shalll depart from me, fdr you denied a God 
Some of the wildest heathen that lived on the sod 
Worshiped a god, with pomp and show. 
These things were so, down there below. 

The wicked sailor oh the raging deep, 

As the hurrican storm kept him from sleep, 

Would oft times pray his life to save; 

He worshipped a God, on the wild ocean wave. 

This truth I planted in every heart, 
A sense of a God to make him start 
An inward conviction of a wicked sin; 
You disobeyed that voice within. 



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By constant resistance you failed to hear 
That inward voice, your way to cheer; 
The voice grew less you must confess, 
Leaving you beyond all hope td bless. 

You bid me go, be on my way, 
You would not 'let me with you stay . 
It was yours to choose, it was mine to plead ; 
You said for me you had no need. 

Can you expect a God to bless 

When you would not a God confess? 

Can you ask a God to save, 

When you had no thought beyond the grave? 

The inward voice you knew so well, 
But would not hear, this is what you tell. 
You disobeyed with strength of will, 
Therefore I leave you to eternal hell. 

Since the Haw has not been fulfilled 
It cannot be changed what I have willed. 
Thou infidel soul, for your disobedience, 
Just come forward and receive your sentence. 

Sentence: Bind him well, then cast him out 

With those who weep, with pain do shout; 
Everlasting torment, this is your knell, 
Everlasting fire, everlasting hell. 



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JUDGE: — (Here comes another soul.) 

What have you done? What did! you do? 
As in the world you journeyed through? 
A personal wdrk for great and small, 
The time has come, now tell it all. 

THE SOUL:— 

I am a heathen — I lived and died 
In darkest Africa, beyond the tide. 
The orily God I ever knew 
Was a wooden god, painted blue. 

I never heard of the white man's bible, 
Therefore I always worshipped an idol. 
I relieved the sick, the distressed and poor, 
And was always sorry I could not help them more. 

I come before you, most high Court, 
Trusting in my idol to support. 
For I could not perfect be, 
This is a truth all could see. 

To those who were in want and, need 
I tried to be good and kind indeed. 
With all around me I was honest and true, 
And worshipped all the God I knew. 

Yet with all efforts to be good and true, 
I felt a need of help to carry me through. 
An inward want of something I could not do, 
Something to make me perfect and take me to you. 

So here I am, not on my personal worth, 

But must trust in the God I worshipped on earth ; 

My personal merit I cannot present; 

I ask for spur mercy, on that I am intent. 



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JUDGE:— ; *i ' 

The Recorder will please the record read 
Of this heathen woman, who sure had need 
Of a God to help her, and show her the way, 
"While on earth she had to stay. 
The words of Jesus a lamp to her feet, 
Where she could find a Savior to greet. 
But after all the recced will show 
Even though she knew not where to go. 

RECORDER:— 

The record sheet is pure white, 
Without spot or stain, as shown by the light; 
She has been given to the Son, so they say, 
And the power of Jesus washed her sins away. 
I will read the record that we may know 
That what I say is truly so. 

Record: — 

2. Feeding df Sheep and Lambs. 

3. Received the gift of the Holy Spirit. (Power that Saves) 

JUDGE:— 

These are they who in ignorance lie, 
Since this is so, shall we pass her by? 
These are they whom the Father hath given 
Unto the Son, to make things even. 

She obeyed the law, planted in her heart, 
A sense of a God, that makes the soul start. 
A sense of duty, a sense of right, 
She tried to follow day and night. 



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Of her imperfections she was aware, 

So left it for her God to clear. 

If she had known the name of Jesus, 

She would have worshipped Him, yes, to please us. 

If she had known a living God, 

The same would have loved while upon the sod. 

Therefore for her a rest remains, 

Rest from labor, rest from pains. 

Since the law has been fulfilled, 

It cannot be changed what I have willed. 

As I have spoken in my word, 

Come forward now and receive your reward. 

Reward : 

Your reward is peace, everlasting love. 
From your labors cease, thou hast looked above. 
No sickness, no sorrow, so dry your tears, 
No trouble to borrow, so cease your fears. 

To the faithful, well done, thou the race hast run; 
Hast been saved by the Son, so the prize hast won* 
Thou weary soul, thou hast reached the goal 
Prepared for the blest, enter into thy rest. 

Everlasting praise, everlasting song; 
Everlasting joy, all the day long. 
Thou hast withstood the test that tries tired souls. 
Rest, weary one, rest, while eternity rolls. 



ETERNITY. 



JUDGE: — (Here comes another soul.) 

Have you feed my lambs, have you feed' my sheep? 
They were for others and you to keep. 
A personal work for great and small, 
The time has come, noW tell it all. 

THE SOUL:— 

Most high Judge and Court, while on earth I believed in a 
God, yet during my life on earth I never prayed to or wor- 
shipped a God. I had faith in a good God, that would not fail 
to reward every soul that did as near right as they could. 

My religion on earth consisted in just two words — "do 
right." My faith was this: a soul should be as near right as 
they could without the aid of prayer, or anything else, even wor- 
ship df any kind whatever. And the God of humanity would 
not be so cruel as to punish such a soul. 

I had no faith in the bible, for it would lead a soul to tax, 
burden and confusion, also it taught much hell and punishment, 
and those who did believe in the bible would walk in different 
paths to get salvation ; there was so much confusion, I let it alone. 

I could not be an atheist, for I believed in a God, and a 
reward for the good beyond the grave. My reason told me, 
there must be a reward for the good; if not, there would be no 
inducement for anyone to change from bad to good. And as 
some had more pleasure in being bad, if there was no reward for 
good, why let them remain such as their pleasure was. 

Thus it was I reasoned, and came to the faith, that 
there must be a reward beyond the grave for all who did right 
the best they could. I realized this truth that I could not live a 
perfect life, and it was plain to be seen that no one could live a 
perfect life. And Most High Judge I came here on my own 
merits, in trying to do right. 



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THIS IS MY SONG. 
This is my story, this is my song, 
I tried to do right all the day long. 
And if I failed it was not my fault, 
For I was born that way, straight at the start. 

Ydur sheep and lambs I surely fed; 
Now listen to me, that it what I said. 
As for my good works my money did it, 
Charity and all, for which I ask credit. 

I sent eight missionaries to a heathen land, 

And paid their expenses I want you to understand. 

For I had gold and money to spare, 

So I even hired a substitute to say my prayers. 

To many a preacher and many a priest, 
Frdm any direction, even from the east; 
I gave them money without stint or measure, 
Simplly because it was a pleasure. 

Once in a while a mistake I would make, 
So would any one else, that is no fake. 
For of course no one could perfect be, 
That was a truth all could see. 

I worshipped no book, no creed, no God, 
My personal merit is all as on earth I trod. 
So without any worship or the aid of prayer, 
I am trusting in my merit, eternity to share. 

In paying my taxes, poor houses to support, 
Thus I fed your sheep and Iambs, such is my report. 
My cash done it, for I had the tin, 
This is my confession that I bring in. 



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JUDGE:— 

The record of this Do Right Soul 
Will now be read, bring forward the roll. 
With no spot of stain that can be seen, 
The law says it must be pure and dlean. 

RECORDER:— 

This Do Right sheet is so spotted and stained, 
To present it I wduld think he ought to be ashamed. 
So darkened 1 with sin, so covered with spleen, 
For a wonder — no credit can be seen. 

Record: 1. Worship of no God. 

2. Lust. 

3. Sloth, 

RECORDER:— 

There are other sins, but it is useless to read further, as the 
law demands a clean sheet. 



JUDGE: 



You say ydu could not perfect be, 
Neither could your neighbors as you did see; 
You knew there was a debt unpaid, 
For a perfect life while there you staid. 

In nature every one that did transgress, 
For their sin, you must confess, 
Did suffer and the debt be paid, 
In nature's law this verdict laid. 

Could you think your Spirit God 

Was less imperfect on nature's sod? 

That His laws need not bind you? 

While nature's God and its demands were true? 



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So you never even asked a gift, 
From your Spirit God, the smallest lift, 
With your open eyes you sought to do 
A thing you could not carry through. 

You hired a Substitute to do your work, 
While from your duty you then did shirk. 
You tried with money eternity to buy, 
Could you not think there was a lie? 

A personal work only is counted here, 
What your substitute did was very clear, 
Could only to the substitute be given 
For personal work only is counted in heaven. 

- Depart from me, for I know ydu not, 

When the fever burned and my brow was hot; 
When 1 was sick and nearly dead, 
I had no where to lay my head. 

When I was a stranger hungry and cold, 
Without a home, deserted and old. 
When in the prison cdll I lay 
You let me go, and went your way. 

Since the law has not been fulfilled, 
It cannot be changed what I have willed. 
Thou Do Right Sdul, for your disobedience, 
Come forward now and receive your sentence. 

Sentence: Bind him well, then cast him out 

With those who weep, with pain do shout; 
Everlasting torment, this is your knell, 
Everlasting fire, everlasting hell 



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JUDGE: — (Here comes another soul.) 

Have you fed my lambs, have you fed my sheep? 

They were for others and you to keep. 

Yes, they were what I gave to! do, 

Did you find anything yOu could do? 

A personal work for great and small, 

The time has come, now tell it all. 

THE SOUL:— 

Most High and Horored Judge and Court, 
I am the worst of earth, this is my report. 
My life I did not seek to mend, 
And finally murdered a man in the end. 

I was tried and hung for the man I killed, 
From that court I asked mercy, it was not so willed. 
The laws of justice in the land I was in 
Demanded death for such a sin. 

So by legal court and jury I was tried, 

And for the sin of murder I was hung and died. 

Oh, yes, in the world 1 was always bad, 

And of my good works there was nothing said. 

While in the prison cell I lay, 

A Catholic priest he came that way v 

And told me if I would go to the cross 

And pray to Jesus, my soul would not be lost. 

A Protestant he also came around 
And left me a bible where it could be found. 
So in the bible I commenced to read, 
Although with sin* my heart did bleed. 



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I read where Jesus trie dying thief saved!; 
Thus to me a ho'pe was paved. 
Also the man that came in at the eleventh hour 
Received his reward by the same power. 

Also I read where Jesus did say, 
All who came to him and did thus pray, 
With truth and sincerity from all sin repent, 
He would surely forgive for which he was sent. 

The songs my mother used to sing 
Came to my memory and thus did bring, 
Comfort and peace to my weary soul, 
Although I could not remember the whole. 

Yet I remember in childhood's days, 
Before I wandered into sinful ways, 
I would often go to my mother's knee 
And have her sing those songs to me. 

As I bring my report now to an end 

On my mother's songs I will depend. 

I can give of them only what I know, 

For I heard them so many, many years ago. 

MOTHER'S SONG:— 

While the nearer waters rolil, 
Jesus lover of my soul. 
While the tempest still is high, 
Let me to Thy bosom fly. 
Simpily to Thy cross I cling, 
In my hand no price I bring. 
Rock df Ages cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee. 



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JUDGE:— 

The Recorder will now read the record of this murderer. 

RECORDER:— 

The record sheet is pure white, 
Made so by the power of Jesus in his might. 
And his sins are washed away, 
Although the man did only pray. 
Record: — 

1. Confession to others of faith in Christ (Comer Stone) 
3. Received the gift of the Holy Spirit (Power that saves) 

JUDGE:— 

Since the law has been fulfilled, 
It cannot be changed what I have willed. 
Hie Rock Christ Jesus is sure to stay, 
If the sinner will only pray. 

Sincere repentence reform will cause, 
While on the way a soul may pause. 
Sincere repentence to salvation leads, 
If peace and rest the weary soul needs. 

Sincere repentance will not fail 
To lead the soul beyond the gale. 
Sincere repentance makes free fron sin, 
Because the soul is born again. 
Reward: Your reward is peace, everlasting love. 

From your labors cease, thou hast looked above. 
No sickness, no sorrow, so dry your tears, 
No trouble to borrow, so cease your fears. 
Everlasting praise, everlasting song; 
Everlasting joy, all the day long. 
Thou hast withstood the test that tries tired souls. 
Rest, weary one, rest, while eternity rolls. 



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JUDGE:— 

We will now have recess. 

RECESS SONG:— 

We may ask our neighbor if this be so? 
We may ask the stranger where ever we go. 
Can a human soul live without spot or stain? 
We are sure to find the answer the same. 

We may ask ourselves when the day grows cold, 
We may ask the young, we may ask the old; 
Can the sdul of ours live a perfect life? 
In a world that is full of sin and strife? 

It matters not what we may be, 

It matters not on land or sea 

Can the debt be paid for which we owe. 

A perfect life, down there below? 

Is it bought and sold that we might go 
To a land of rest? Can this be so? 
No, salvation is a gift to the weary soul — ■ 
It has been, it will be, as the ages roll. 



JUDGE: — (Here we have another soul for judgment.) 
My sheep and lambs, did you them feed? 
Did you hdlp any who were in need? 
They were what I gave to you, 
Did you find anything you could do? 

What have you done? What did you do? 
As in the world you journeyed through? 
A personal work for great and small, 
The time has come now tell it alL 



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THE SOUL:- 



Most High and Honored Court and Judge, 

Did I feed your sheep and lambs — well, oh fudge. 

I should say I did, and did it well, 

Yet some of my neighbors said I was bound for hell. 

For while on earth I was happy as a coon, 

And my business was keeping saloon. 

I lived by the square, I worked by the level, 

And let Christianity go to the devil. 

I did what I myself thought was right, 

And looked for my neighbors to walk by the same light. 

Many a tramp came to my back door, 
And my wife woulld feed them o'er and o'er. 
Oh, yes, the most of my life I kept saloon, 
Depending on my charity for eternity's boon. 

I sold whisky to earn my bread, 
If I had not done it, sotme one would they said. 
It might as well be me as any one could see. 
Perhaps we can't agree yet I was honest as I could be. 

I was charitable to all — to all who had need, 
I worshipped no God, I worshipped no creed. 
If the hungry came I sure did them feed, 
Yet I made money to satisfy my need. 

Out of the saloon my wealth I made, 
Hundreds of dollars I for charity paid. 
Oh, yes, once in a while some would a hog be, 
And drink too much as all could see. 



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I was not to blame for what others done 
When we sold the most whiskey we had the most fun. 
If a man was a drunkard and neglected his home, 
I would sure kick him out and send him to roam. 

So here I am most honorable Judge, 

You may not think as I think, but, oh, fudge. 

I have done the best I could to make my business pay, 

At the same time been good to the poor along the way. 

From charities' call I turned not away, 
But helped the sick and hungry many a day . 
Habitual use of whisky, I avoided myself, 
And sold it to others only for pelf. 
For well I knew habitual drink for me 
Would 'lead to destruction, as all could see. 

So in conclusion here am I, 
For the sake of my charity do not pass me by. 
Though I worshipped no God, no creed, no book, 
And only sold whiskey for the money I took. 

JUDGE:— 

(The Recorder may read the record of this saloon keeper.) 

RECORDER:— 

The record sheet is stained with sin, 
Worship of no God the greatest to begin. 
I will read the record without any show, 
That we all may see, and everyone know. 

Record: 1. Worship of no God. 

2. Lust. 

3. Pride. 



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RECORDER:— 

There are other sins, but it is useless to read further, as the 
law demands a cllean sheet, without spot or stain. 

JUDGE:— 

You say you made the most of earth, 
Used money for charity to buy your worth; 
For your sins a recompense, 
To buy your way with dollars and cents. 

If salvation was thus sold, 
The rich could Hive with sins untold 
While the poor would banished be, 
And left to perish in the open sea. 

Well you knew the stuff you sold 
Drove many of my lambs out in the cold. 
Many of my sheep with a ruined wife, 
Was caused by the whiskey you sold in life. 

Since the law has not been fulfilled, 
It cannot be changed what I have willed. 
Thou sa'loonist soul for your disobedience, 
Now come forward and receive your sentence. 

Sentence: Bind him well, then cast him out 

With those who weep, with pain do shout; 
Everlasting torment, this is your knell, 
Everlasting lire, everlasting hell. 



ETERNITY. 



JUDGE:— 

(Bring another soul for judgment. 

The sick* the lame, down there below, 
Some were cold, out in the snow; 
Some were hungry, out in the rain, 
Some from disease were racked with pain. 

Some in prison cells did lie, 
Those that suffered did you pass them by? 
Could you say when you went to sleep. 
That you had fed any of my sheep? 

The little ones that knew no harm, 
From the older ones were sure to learn. 
It mattered not where they might be, 
There was plenty around that you could see. 

Some little ones have gone astray, 

Did you show any of them the way? 

For instruction they all had need, 

So there were plenty of my lambs to feed. 

There were those with sore trials tossed, 
While struggling to pay transgression's cost. 
And their future was dark and dim, 
For to Jesus they had not been. 

There were those who knew no God, 
Through the paths of sin had trod; 
And their lives were full! of woe, 
For they knew not where to go. 

There were those who fain would find 
A place to rest the weary mind. 
A hope, a trust that they might see 
And be from doubt forever free. 



ETERNITY. 



For kindness many had a need, 

A smile, a word of cheerful God-speed. 

All of these I gave to you, 

Could you not find something to do? 

They were my lambs, they were my sheep, 
They were for you and you td keep. 
Personal work onlly is counted here, 
The time to tell it is drawing near. 

What have you done? What did you do? 
As in the world you journeyed through? 
A personal work for great and small, 
The time has come, now tell it all. 

THE SOUL:— 

Most High Judge: On earth I was a soldier, and died 
fighting for my country on the battlefield. I had implicit confi- 
dence and faith in the bible. I will give you my faith. 
The Old Testament was composed of four things : 
History. 
Prophecy. 
Psalms, and 
Proverbs. 
And the New Testament of three things: 
History. 
The Gospel. 
Comment on the bible. 
In obedience to the first command, thou shalt have but one 
God, the gospel was the only part of the bible I worshipped. 
Thus I reasoned: In the days of the prophets, and the apos- 
tles, if the world would have said, we will worship you; they 
would all have said, no, not us, but God, Jesus, and the Holy 
Spirit. 



ETERNITY. 



Jesus talked to two worlds ; when he was talking to the world 
on the other side of the cross, he was not talking to me, therefore it 
was history — history of what he said to the other world, and not 
my gospel. 

In my gospel Jesus said, I am the bread of life; my Father 
giveth you the true bread from heaven — I am that bread. Also 
Jesus said, in the Lord's prayer, "Give us this day our dai!ly 
bread." Therefore I simply took Jesus at his weird, and con- 
sidered if I got the answer to that part of the Lord's prayer, Give 
us this day our daily bread, I would have in my heart, 

Jesus, 

The Holy Spirit, and 

God, the Father. (Three in One.) 
Which possession would cause me to have faith in my personal 
eternity; which faith would cause me to love even my ene- 
mies, and to try to obey the gospel. And as the word daily was 
in the Lord's prayer, every day and sometimes every hour I would 
ask for that bread. 

I found by the use of that prayer that eternity to me became 
a certainty, into which I could look with confidence and without 
fear. Which confidence and faith caused me to We the source 
from which the faith came, also to try to obey the gospel. 

The gospdl said Jesus died that I might live, and salvation 
was a gift from God. For God sd loved the world that He gave 
his son Jesus to be crucified on the cross, that, by that death we 
might be made perfect. Realizing my imperfections, I must say 
I am here wholly dependant on the cross td pa}' for my imper- 
fections. From childhood I confessed to others my faith in Christ. 
I was taught by my parents to have faith in the bible and in 
Christianity. I am so imperfect I have nothing of my own to 
present — Jesus is my all. I stand upon that rock. 



ETERNITY. 



JUDGE:— 

The Recorder may read the record o'f this soldier. , 

RECORDER:— 

Most High and Mighty Judge and Court, 

Without spot or stain is this report. 

The soldier's sheet is pure white, 

Is full and complete as shown by the light. 

Although the sheet is clean and pure, 

It as made so by the Son, that is sure. 

Thus it was made perfect, yes, perfect, indeed, 

To prove it, I the record will read. 

Record: 

1. Confession to others of faith in Christ (The Corner Stone.) 

2. Feeding of Sheep and Lambs. 

3. Received the Gift of the Holy Spirit. (Power that Saves.) 

JUDGE:— 

Since the law has been fuhilled 
It cannot be changed wh&t I have willed. 
Thou weary soldier frtfrh the battle field, 
Who for liberty died, but would not yield. 

I gave the Bible to one and all, 

That all might read, the great, the small. 

How could I wish a tax to be 

Upon salvation when it was free. 

The rich, the poor, on land, and sea, 
It mattered not where the soul might be. 
It was my wish that all might know, 
And worship me where e're they go. 



ETERNITY. 



Yet while oh earth the soul had power 

To come and go e'en every hour. 

With a free born will could' salvation choose, 

Or let it alone and all good refuse. 

Since thou hast chosen the wiser part, 
Hast come to me with all your heart ; 
Victory for you shall surely be 
A crown of life, as you will see. 

Reward : — 

Your reward is peace, everlasting love, 

From your labors cease, thou hast looked above. 

To the faithful, well done, thou the race hast run; 

Hast been saved by the Son, so the prize hast won. 

No sickness, no sorrow, so dry your tears, 

No trouble to borrow, so cease your fears. 

Everlasting praise, everlasting song; 

Thou hast withstood the test that tries tired souls, 

Rest, weary one, rest, while eternity rolls. 



JUDGE: — (Here comes another soul.) 
THE SOUL:— 

Most High Judge, mamma taught me to say, "Now I lay 
me down to sleep" — I forgot the rest. 

JUDGE:— 

Oh, it's a child — there is no question to ask, for of such is 
the kingdom of heaven. 



ETERNITY. 



Closing Song. 

DOWN HERE BELOW. 
What shall we say for a closing song? 
What shall we dream as the day grows long? 
Where shall we go for sweet repose? 
If no one can tell, then no one knows. 
We remember well when we were a child, 
Is the future dark — that we should be wild? 
What shall we do when the fire burns low? 
In human life, down here below? 

CHORUS. 
Without money, there is pilenty — it's a gift. 
With your spirit, if you ask it — take a lift. 
Look to Jesus for He sees us, don't you know; 
No denying, keep trying, down here below. 

Shall we say there is no 1 God? 

That the human when beneath the sod 

Has no future in which to trust? 

Then alH that's of us turns into dust? 

Through all our lives our sins may lie, 

For all that's of us must surely die. 

If this be so, then may we go, 

As our pleasure leads us, down here below. 

Chorus. 
When will the world be full of rest? 
When will mankind be truly blest? 
Trouble and sorrow forever cease, 
And all be gladness and full of peace? 
When will our labors have an end? 
When will mankind be sure of a friend? 
That can make the dark future as white as snow, 
That can lift the weary soul, down here below? 



ETERNITY. 



We may not heed the closing song, 
We may say the Court has been too long. 
It matters not what we may say, 
We know the time has passed away. 
So while we wait for eternity's shore, 
We have nothing lost by song or lore. 
If we go to Jesus, we should surely know, 
We have nothing lost down here below. 

Chorus. 



HARRY JASPER HARRIS, 

Sunset Homestead, 
Eads, Colo., 1914. 






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